I had known Chris for a little while and he was both sweet and hot. We met online playing online games and lived in the same city, albeit on opposite ends of the area. The relationship with my our respective partners was going downhill and we were growing more and more interested in one another. I invited him over one night for dinner and to play games. He agreed and started making the drive over. Chris was very hot and I always loved the chest hair overflowing from his low cut shirts. I was thirsty for more. So I hatched a plan: I would challenge him to a game of strip poker.
He came over and I eagerly opened the door for him. He was wearing a button down shirt with two buttons undone and jeans that clinged on for dear life against his legs, making a good sized lump where surely his cock was severely restrained. But that would be for later.
I made a basic linguine alfredo with chicken for dinner. We ate, chat, and I kept my gaze on him. I could tell he was returning the favor. We were very into one another. I took the dishes to the kitchen and cleared the table. After rinsing the dishes, I re-emerged and Chris looked longingly at me. I could tell he wanted to make a move. But I moved out ahead of him and brought out my big aluminum box with poker chips and cards. He looked at me, puzzled. I looked him directly in the eye and said, "Want to play cards? Poker perhaps?"
"Sure," he feigned interest slightly.
"Ever tried strip poker? I've always wanted to try it and I'm really into you."
Chris's jaw was agape, shocked at my proposal. He cleared his throat. "S-s, Sure. I'll play." He smiled. "I am into you, too."
And the trap closed in on him! I've played poker tournaments and am a very experienced player. I would have him naked in no time. I gave each player 40 chips and explained the rules are like normal Texas Hold 'em. When you run out of chips, you're obligated to give up an article of clothing for 10 chips. The play continues until one guy ends up totally naked. When the naked player loses, he must jack off and put on a show for the winner.
After the explanation of the rules, Chris agreed and the cards were in the air! The first hand I am on the big blind with K♣ K♥. Chris is first and raises to 5. What luck. I can get his chips in one hand and start getting his clothes. I re-raised him to 20. It's only the first hand and we're already going toe to toe.
"I'm all in!", Chris pronounced.
"I call!", I exclaim.
Chris has a sheepish look on his face. "I thought you were bluffing. I have nothing." He turned over Q♠8♥.
Perfect. I have an 87% chance to win this. The board runs out J♣ 4♥ 2♠10♣ 9♦. Chris's 13% chance came through as he had a Queen high straight.
I stood there, dejected. I begrudgingly took off my shirt (we both had our shoes and socks off already) and refocused on the game with a mere 10 chips.
Chris smiled, "I got ya right where I want ya!"
Several hands play out and I am able to regain a few chips and get momentum back on my side. After the first hand showing kings, I was able to pull some bluffs by Chris because he always thought I had a good hand; I never did.
In the small blind, I have A♠5♥. I raise to 5 and Chris sets me all in. This is not a great hand, but if I call and win, I will claim a large chip lead. I call it.
Chris turns over 8♥ 8♦ and brags, "Gotcha!"
I am dejected. The board runs out A♦ Q♣ 10♠3♥ 7♦. I smile, "It's my turn for some luck." The game is on now. I double my stack to 46 chips and Chris is down to a mere 4 chips.
I get his shirt the very next hand. He makes an entertaining strip show as he undoes each button provocatively. He rubs his chest hair to tease me. He knows I love it. I can't keep my eyes off it.
A few hands later, Chris is down to it. He only has 1 chip before losing his shirt. I mock him and bet 1 chip. He called without looking at his cards. I ended up with a pair of Queens and Chris only had a pair of fours.
"Now I'm getting nervous." Chris pulled his shorts down and revealed a big lump in his underwear. He was obviously better endowed than me. He grumbled and took the last 10 chips that protected his penis from revealing itself.
"Are you playing to win or lose?" I smirked at Chris, still with my shorts and underwear on.
"To win! I want to see your dick!"
I turned red and the game continued. I had K♣ Q♣ and raised him all in. Chris quickly called. He excitedly turned over A♦ K♦. He had me in bad shape. The board ran out Q♦ J♣ 4♦ 9♦ J♠. Chris won fair and square this time.
The game went on and Chris got a few good hands and I saw my chip lead evaporate. I was down to just 6 chips. I put them all in without looking. Chris pays the 6 chips and ends up making a two pair to beat my pair of kings. I was back to ground zero.
I sighed and took off my shorts, revealing my loose fitting boxers that had none of the lump that Chris's boxers sported. I took my last 10 chips and look down at Q♣ Q♠. "I'm all in!", I exclaimed.
"I call!", Chris cheerfully put out 10 chips and turned over A♣ J♣.
This was it. I need to survive this or my plans to see Chris's penis would be ruined. The flop was Q♦ 10♣ 9♣. I started to sweat as I knew Chris had plenty of ways to beat me. My cock started to awaken and made my boxers stir. Chris noticed this and smirked. The turn was a 4♥. So far, so good. I just need to survive one more card. The river was a 8♠. I celebrated prematurely and stopped suddenly.
